~Aria's POV~I stared at the folded bill in my hand long after Mrs. Hartley disappeared down the hallway. It was not much. At least, I assumed it was not much. But to me, it felt like a fortune.I had spent the last several weeks surviving on whatever I could find. Half-eaten food. Scraps. Old clothes. Cold floors. And now I had money. My own money. Well, technically, Mrs. Hartley's money. But still.I closed my fingers tightly around the bill. For the first time since leaving Oakhaven, something inside my chest loosened. Not happiness. Not yet. But something close to hope.---The secondhand shop was exactly where Mrs. Hartley said it would be. Three blocks east. I almost missed it. The sign above the door was faded, and the windows were crowded with old clothes, shoes, bags, and things I could not identify.I stood outside for several minutes. Then I took a deep breath and walked inside.A small bell chimed above my head. The woman behind the counter barely looked up. "Changing room
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